Weekend Wrap-Up

wrapping paper, ribbon, and twine

Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:

  • Hello 2021! I celebrated New Year’s Eve by going to bed by 6pm. Ahh, old lady life. Although maybe it’s more like adult regressing to toddler life. Whatever, works for me.
  • I was invited to participate in a mental health panel thing on Zoom in a couple of months. But speaking is one of those things I just can’t do any more. Slow, slow, slow everything…
  • Here’s a thought – do you know off the top of your head how old you are, or do you have to calculate it? I’ve moved into calculate territory. I know I’m 40ish, but I have to do the math to be sure of the exact age.
  • The boys are enjoying their new cage setup. It’s quite interesting the routines they’ve established and the territory that they’ve staked out. Most of the time, no one hangs out in the hidey house. But every day, in the late afternoon, there’s a little mouse in the house, and his name is Peanut. The picture on the left below is Peanut doing his best snoutarific moose impression. The other picture is Casper and Oreo snuggling. Oreo looks like she’s eating hay, but she’s not; she just likes to stick her face in it.

How has your week been?

Mental Health @ Home Books by Ashley L. Peterson
Mental Health @ Home Books by Ashley L. Peterson

28 thoughts on “Weekend Wrap-Up”

  1. Not much happening here except an extra large dose of hopefulness for 2021. There is so much to look forward to as we get the virus under control and get back to some sort of normalcy. I hope that hope is based on the numbers and not being a pollyanna.

    Enjoyed the pics of your furry friends! My furry friend is a rescue pup now about 14 years old and wearing a plastic cone collar since he has a hotspot on his back leg. He is aging a bit and stumbles down or up the stairs every so often.

    Reminds me to be thankful for the time I have with furry friends.

    Let’s hope that 2021 gives us a lot to be hopeful for!

  2. The pigs are getting moved to mom’s for the month of January. That is step 1 in getting the basement purged. Going to be interesting to see when they come back – luckily mom won’t mind and it gives her a little bit of company during the days she’s all alone and I’m not there. πŸ™‚

    Also, I didn’t/couldn’t stay up till midnight. I’m not a teenager forgoodnessake. πŸ˜›

  3. Happy new year!! YAY! Those photos are adorable!!

    I think I’m 43 (yeah, that’s correct… did the math), but I can never remember my parents’ ages without doing math. With my dad, I’m like, “Isn’t he around a hundred?” Well, no, that’s off the mark when the math gets used. I like to joke that he’s a Civil War veteran who can’t remember which side he fought for. Snort. He looks like one.

    My week has been… a weird rollercoaster of emotions mixed with boredom. Most of it’s a blur at this point, but considering how awful 2020 was, for the first time ever, I’m not really afraid of the new year this year! Wow, that’s great. I’m more like, “I’ts 2021! Praise God!” Now, of course, if 2021 is even worse than 2020, then the joke’s on all of us… but I like to hope for the best!

    I wanted to ask, have you ever tried a light box for your depression, even in a year-round sense?

  4. I am 44 and doing well to remember. But to remember this I made a note in my phone so if I did forget, I could look. Otherwise yes, befote then and from age of 40, I needed to use the age calculator. You are not alone.

    Also, you are not alone about going to bed and not seeing the New Year in. I probably wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes open if I tried anyway, but I went to bed by choice I think it was 8pm. (It was definitely before 9pm anyway.) But I wokeup at midnight becauseof the fireworks. So dam, I kept begging to go back to sleep. I may be profoundly deaf, but unfortunately those really loud ones I long to see banned are the ones that will wake me if they do. πŸ™„

  5. Happy to learn to hear that you are getting along just fine fitting into the this is 40 routine Ashley Personally I danced in the rain when the clock stuck midnight,(the cops meant to keep us indoors because apparently Corona comes out at night stared at me like I was a mad man from across the way) I just felt the need to purge the stench of 2020 for it felt like the end of days that year. Hoping for the best this year with less stress on which bills to pay first and if my folks will make it through this pandemic that seems to be mutating everyday. Be well people.

  6. Haha, I do have to calculate sometimes as well. I theoretically know my age most of the time but sometimes I just get a total brain eclipse regarding any kind of numbers, ages and the like and then I have to make sure if I’m right. πŸ˜€ I also need a fair bit of time after a birthday to get used to my new age and how old I actually am. And I’m always clueless about other people’s ages, probably because this is not something that seriously matters to me a lot unless it is important for some good reason. Typically I only remember the -ishes, or sometimes not even that, lol.
    I don’t like Zoom & co. either, why speak if you can write?
    I also went to sleep quite early on New Year’s, partly because that’s how my circadian rhythm works at the moment – well, to be exact it switched yesterday because I was napping but it was like that on New Year’s Eve – and I guess partly it was me being typically contrary – ’cause why would I want to do things the same boring way as everyone else if I can do it the Bibiel way? – I’ll stay up late when everyone will be asleep instead.

    1. “Why would I want to do things the same boring way as everyone else if I can do it the Bibiel way?” – Exactly!

      I don’t know other people’s ages, either. My parents’ ages are easy to calculate because they were born in 1950. Easy math!

  7. Happy New Year! I’m making the attempt to get back on my blogging game, let’s just say virtual university life has been well….interesting. On top of full blown independent mental health recovery and creating a wellbeing society at university I’ve been a tiny bit preoccupied……
    I can only remember by age by the fact its the same as the year/ plus one after my birthday ahaha

  8. A few of us know our age. Some do the math. Some know Spouse is older (haha).

    Feeling symptoms of our illnesses lately all at once: ptsd, did, depression. So worried about Younger Child that we really spin our brain into mush by 10am daily. We are going to pop or break at this rate. We get New T tomorrow. Maybe that will help.

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